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"Who was that woman?" I couldn't help but ask. She was so gorgeous that my eyes never left her form. She was shapely of body and whip sharp of mind, my brain just couldn't wrap around the thought of her. Sometimes I wondered if she was as real as I thought she was, but if I was dreaming... If I was dreaming, I never wanted to wake. How could I? That voice was like a smooth red wine, aged just right. Her eyeliner was sharp enough to kill, and she made my head spin every time our paths crossed. But I wasn't in love. It was entirely too early to be able to tell that. What did a twenty something know about love anyway? And besides,
Her new tattoo started to itch again. She applied the salve to it and sighed. Pushing her short-ish hair behind her ears, the only other thing on her mind was getting something in her now complaining stomach. Slipping on her slides, she shuffled to the door. When she took her home sewn coat from the hook behind it, she felt the dead weight of her keyring in the right pocket. Locking up, she began to traipse outside where the slight chill made her arms raise with goose pimples. Regardless of her covering, she had to say she was unavoidably in need of warmth. She told herself that would be the reason she filled her flask when she returned